The Balladeer tenses as Jay get closer, straightening his shoulders and leaning almost imperceptibly away from the ghost as he tries to settle at his side.

It's not nearly far enough to be out of flailing range. He jerks back against the wall as Jay's arm passes through his body, clutching at his chest with one hand. His friend startles a little as well before placing a hand on his shoulder and peering at his face with concern. "Y'don't really seem okay. You need a doctor or something? I know a clinic..."

"Um." The Balladeer shudders, then works up a smile. "Well, maybe I am coming down with something." That's a common symptom, right, chills? He can't think that he's ever been sick before.

He's not sick now, and he knows it perfectly well. All he can do is shoot a sharp look at the empty air on his left as he rises to his feet. "Sorry, Vince. I think I might just head home for the day." Or maybe he'll just go stand in a corner somewhere and try to tell off this ghost that's...wait, did someone just ghost-tackle him? Honestly.